...And allow me to say that your boy looked particularly fetching in last week's ep. So much so that I caught myself once or twice looking at him when I should have been looking at Jemaine.
But don't tell anyone.
I'm dragging this awesome little snippet of Wolfie's over from the Off-Topic thread.
This makes me giggle an unreasonable ammount, Wolf, because I think we've been travelling opposite directions on the seedy Path of Prurient Lust. I mean, wait, wait! I'm still loopy for the wee beardy fellow, but I was continually distracted by how gorgeous Jemaine looked in this episode. He has really
good hair, you can't deny it:
But it makes me feel all weird and dirty to be having these funny unfamiliar feelings in my tummy when I look at Jemaine. I've always just had a very deep brotherly affection for the Hip-Hopopotamus, and it seems all kinds of wrong to want to, you know, pluck his guitar strings. But when his hair won't quit, neither will my disgusting, deviant libido. I am
ashamed of myself, if that makes it any better.
Actually, both the lads were outrageously adorable in this episode. Seeing Bret all curled up in his fort with his legs jammed up underneath him and wearing his Petzl headlamp made me explode with happy cuteness:
And now all I want to do is go camping with the silly boys and make s'mores and bannock over the glowing coals of the fire, and tell ghost stories, and stick spiders in someone's sleeping bag, and skinny-dip in the lake, and tie really, really complicated knots and, like, whittle stuff. It'd be awesome.
I don't think it's totally
beyond the realm of possibility, is it? It could
happen. One day.